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"Open up, and let them in."
The Moira is no more.
With the damage done to the ship due to the timeslip, all that remains is a burning wreckage and parts to be taken—if the crew can find anything in the pieces. Recovery and headcounts are the main objective for the first several hours of being planetside, and once things have settled just enough, Captain Ira calls for a meeting and addresses those who are able in person to explain the situation. He draws a rough map of the area and explains where he believes they are - according to the terrain - and where they must go. For anyone who’s listening, he describes things like an “Outer Gate”, an “Inner Gate” and “gate sectors”. Believing this to be the best course of action, all crew are asked to explore and gather what they think they’ll need to make the long journey towards the central point of the Hub. Because the MIDs are no longer working due to the lack of a network, the Captains distribute a newer tech called the TAB. It serves the same functions as the MID but is lighter, slimmer, and has the ability to stick to any surface.
WELCOME TO THE MIDWAY HUB
Now that the smoke from the crash has cleared, and injured crew have been tended to, the Captains get everyone ready for departure by explaining what they know of the Hub. Almost stone-like, the creators built a domed workspace in the largest solid space on the planet they could find. Gates are the only way inside, and anyone who catches a glimpse of the compound will see that parts of the dome are cracked. Yet, everything still appears to be relatively intact. The Midway Hub’s terrain is very rocky and difficult to walk on at times. Below the surface is a honeycomb of intermittently dense and brittle stone that makes travel difficult due to the unpredictable nature of what lies beneath the crew’s feet. Those who can develop the tech from what’s left of the debris might be able to create something to determine which route is the safest. Ships and small crafts can be used to fly, but landing is a problem—rocks jut up in sharp peaks and the clearer spots can't handle their weight. Vegetation is sparse, consisting of twisted dark gray thistles that have sprung up from cracks in the rock and burn when in direct contact with skin, and what could be considered small animals here can be seen scurrying away the closer crew get to them.
☄ WEEK ONE
Crew are asked to hook cryo beds together and to use any appropriate vehicles that can be made or fashioned to fit the terrain to carry injured crew on the journey to the center of the Hub. Supplies are gathered, and the Captains, as well as any crew who want to, give the Moira a proper sendoff, heads bowed as they say goodbye to what’s been their home. Traveling starts out slowly, a line of a hundred-plus crew members making their way slowly forward. Stops are frequent, but camping for rest only occurs at night. Crew are assigned watch shifts, fires are built, injured tended to, and those who are able are asked to explore nearby caves and hunt for food.
Something akin to deer, though striped and only to be found in pairs, can be stumbled across at night. Throngs of dark purple mammels begin to follow the Moirans on their trip as well. They are friendly, curious, and eat the thistle. Meet the intelligent, watchful predators that aren’t easily scared away and follow the crew from a distance as if waiting to pounce. The thistle can be eaten, but only if cooked first, and those who sample the chewy plant raw will experience a burning sensation in their throat that doesn’t go away until the cooked version is consumed. During the first week, water can’t be found.
Anyone who does hunt, gather, or explore should make sure to that their TABS are on and it’s suggested that nobody goes alone.
Nearing the end of the first week, an Ingress can be spotted close by that crew can explore. If anyone dares to go inside, they will find the texture of the ground and surrounding walls to be rather soft. If inspected closely, crew will discover that what they originally thought to be rock is actually a living organism that’s fed off the energy of the Ingress it’s attached itself to. It’s not harmful and squishy to the touch. If pressed hard enough, it secretes a turquoise liquid with the consistency of water that might make a good substitute for that very thing. ☄ WEEK TWO
When crew finally pass through the sector gates, a strange sensation encompasses them, and a depowering of sorts goes into effect. The creators put in security measures meant to put all visitors on equal footing as well as to protect themselves from harm. All crew will essentially have the strength and abilities of the average human. An unforeseen issue, this causes Captain Thán to slip into a coma as he is no longer able to continue to recover at a steady pace, and with the loss of the former Captain’s abilities, crew can no longer be brought back if they die. For the first time, all Moirans are subject to permanent death.
During this week of travel, broken ingress machines and parts will be found scattered among the rocks, and new crew will come through. Unfortunately, these Ingresses aren’t in good shape, and anyone coming through will be in varying states of distress—some physical and some mental. New individuals will either have suffered an age slip, growing older or younger than their original body, some form of body transformation (perhaps that shiny thing they were wearing is now part of them somehow), or an extreme weakness they had never been subjected to before arriving on the Midway Hub. The new people will be offered to join their group, once found, and seasoned crew will be asked to explain to them where they are going and what they know.
The rest of the week will be a mix of greeting the new arrivals and continuing to travel to the center of the Hub. The closer they get, the less frequently they’ll see animals, and more caves will begin to pop up. ☄ WEEK THREE
Entering the third week of travel, settlements and houses begin to crop up and are prime areas for exploration and general supplies. Those who go inside may find items that have been left behind and evidence showing that those of varying species and cultures lived in the homes. Some appeared to have been scientists while others were explorers, but all living quarters are deserted. Crew who are less lucky in their search might come away with no fresh supplies, and others might walk into traps or safeguards left behind by previous tenants; these come in many forms, from mild paralysis to temporary unconsciousness. As there are more residences, there are also more caves. The entrances vary in size, and light sources will be needed to explore. Once inside, crew can find purple underwater streams, which can be consumed, and glowing surfaces. When crew drink the water, it temporarily restores powers, a few minutes tops, and then, extreme lethargy settles in for a couple of hours.
Further into the cave systems, crew will come across these lovely creatures that are attracted to sound and track through scent. They are highly dangerous and attack simply to feed. Killing them, though, is surprisingly simple as they are just as vulnerable and weak as everyone else. They are vicious in demeanor but only as strong as an average human.
The closer to the Inner Gate crew get, the less homes, wildlife, and more caves there will be. ☄ WEEK FOUR
The Captains, aware that the crew is exhausted, stop and make camp for the first few days. Someone mentions that it’s the holidays where they’re from, and the Captains do their best to throw a party. Set up at the base of a cave, tents are built and fires roar. Soft music is played in the form of guitar, thank you Ira, and Cúrre brings out some legumes that taste like cherries when roasted. There isn’t much in the way of decorations, but crew are encouraged to dig through their pac-discs and contribute to the festivities.
After a brief respite, crew learn that the entrances to Gate A and Gate B are inside one of the caves but any signs or markings have long since worn away or been destroyed. Groups are split, TABS are synced, and crew explore carefully until an entrance is found. Crew discover Gate A first, and all crew are contacted to gather there. The Captains will remain at the cave entrance until all crew are accounted for, and then, they’ll enter through the gate together.
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thisavrou_log2016-12-02 06:54 pm
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[She can't imagine that would be at all a pleasant fate to face - no mater how eager one is to get home.] This place is a blessing and a curse.
[There's no love lost in her tone, displaying how frustrated she was with things. It brought her her mother, but at the same time it revealed who Gabe had become. It gave her friends like Miller, and threw them into trial after trial. The slight moments of reprieve never really felt like enough to recover from one disaster until the next one hit.]
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[Miller is used to disaster after disaster. Watching the threats of disease and nuclear war and engaging in constant efforts to save the world, knowing now Big Boss had been in his ivory tower the whole time. To a much lesser extent the Captains have been reminding him of that; he never sees them actually fighting.]
[But still.]
Ahab was about to be attacked while he was weak and in a coma. [Despite being blind to his truth at the time, he'll treat the tale as if Ahab were the center. After all, he told the man that if he didn't accept the sacrifices as having been to save him, they were ultimately a waste.]
So I went out into the field with a group of people. There were things sent after us. They were able to generate a mist. It was so thick we could barely make anything out, outside of our scout warning us there were "skulls in the mist". One by one, their voices went quiet over our radios. Next thing I knew I'd blacked out. That's when I lost my arm and leg. But over time, whatever that mist was ruined my eyes. Unlike with my arm and leg, it took it a little while to lose. I wore my sunglasses anyway, but after that I couldn't see without them.
Anyway. Long story short, they figured out how to fix what our experts couldn't do. With that, and all the things I learned... I was hoping we'd get here and a working Ingress would let us hang onto it. [Instead they get more mysterious bullshit, and no answers. No water, either.]
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Well. I don't think the road is closed to us yet; it is just a little harder to navigate. [She's not giving up hope on finding an Ingress yet, even if it's getting harder to hold onto that optimism. She's not sure she wants to admit the alternative, to spend her lifetime here, hopping from one place to the next in search of the proverbial whale.]
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Ahab saw evidence of some broken Ingresses. I'm hoping that our technicians can salvage parts.
[Though it is frustrating to not be able to do more than hope for the best.]
I guess it probably feels pretty good to be out of the suit, huh?
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[She chuckles,] It does. I feel lighter, certainly, but I hadn't realized how long I'd been wearing it. I do worry that I won't have it on me the moment I need it here, though. How's your leg?
I thought I had replied and had not.
[But that's to worry about later. When he stops wondering if it would be for the best if all of them were destroyed.]
It's not so bad. I'm taking breaks, get medicine from the medical tent. Ever get those kinks worked out?
I do this too sometimes <3
[She chuckles a little with his question] Not expressly, although not having the weight of my jets on my back certainly helps. There's too much else going on that needs more attention than me whining about wanting a massage. [She shrugs, it's a little thing, and unless it becomes a big thing she's content to let it work itself out.]
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Come on. I can help with that. Just don't tell Ahab, he'll give me a hard time for not getting one myself.
[And by "hard time" he means that he'll get a look of vague disappointment and frustration rather than what most people would construe as a scolding.]
Fair is fair, considering you helped me out.
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[Fareeha acquieces, though, moving to sit where indicated.] I'll get you in return, that way no one has to get mad.
[Although it is a somewhat amusing idea; Ahab chiding Miller for not getting a massage.] You've known Ahab a long time, I'm assuming?
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I've known him as long as he's known himself.
[He's not even sure if being dimly acquainted with who he was counts for anything.] We work well together, though. I'd greenlight missions and coordinate and distribute intel throughout, and he'd conduct them physically. We've both got a lot of experience with long stints in the field.
Makes it a little more homey, in a way.
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[Fareeha had gotten used to the cluster of knots in her shoulders; the pain is deep but good as he works the tension our.]
It's good to have people here you are familiar with.
[She's thankful for her Overwatch family here, in add much as it naked this place a little more bearable; there's a shared experience. She's grateful enough for the friends she's meet here, but "homey" had it's perks.]
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[He's thinking of Ocelot and John when he originally showed up. The consideration drifts, though, back to a warning a woman made.]
There was someone here who destroyed a city. Everyone connected to him reacted furiously when he arrived. But others that weren't acquainted with him stood up and demanded that he have the chance.
It can create a hell of a divide.
[He drags his knuckles and thumbs down either side of her spine, hunting out the points that are the worst of over-exerted muscles.] Have you been lucky or unlucky when it comes to that?
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Mostly lucky. I grew up around Reinhardt and McCree, and now my mother is here. I hadn't seen her for years.
[She pauses as she tries to think about how to explain Reaper, and makes a small sound as Miller catches another sizeable knot. She bows her head further to let him work at it.]
There is someone else, though. Someone who has been targeting us. He didn't destroy an entire city, but ... he's already tried to kill me once and he's attacked some of the others.
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[He's not met McCree or Reinhardt (not yet) but he's already inclined to think they're decent people, given how she's turned out.]
Has he attacked them on board the ship?
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[She chances turning her head a little to grin at him, before facing forward again so he can work. It's doing wonders for her back and her spirit, in ways she didn't even know she needed. She's predisposed to toughing it out; in both physical and mental aspects. Still, going back to the subject of Reaper draws her a little more somber.]
He has. That was my first meeting with him.
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[It reminds him faintly of the days back in the MSF, when it was common for them to drag in enemy factions into their ranks. Sometimes people would meet again and fight. But power suits, special abilities, those weren't so much of an issue there.]
[He settles his hands on his knees for now, leaning forward to give her his full attention. Just because the ship was gone and that meant he wasn't really head of security for anything anymore didn't mean he wasn't invested in keeping his people safe. And at some point she'd crossed that line into being one of his people, crew or not.]
What happened?
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[She shifts a little to face him better, but she takes her time; it wasn't a pleasant encounter, and even four months later it still felt very vivid.]
I hadn't been on Marsiva long. I was ... out of armor, exploring, trying to get a feel for the layout of the ship. I don't know if he followed me or if he was already there and the opportunity arose, but he engaged me in conversation. I could tell he wasn't good news, but I wanted to keep him talking so I could try and figure out what he wanted. He mentioned targeting Overwatch and I was worried for my people here.
The thing is, I let him get too close. He attacked, and I couldn't dodge. He was stronger than me, and I couldn't break his grapple. [She flexes her hands into fists as she thinks about it, regretting again how foolish and stubborn she'd been. Her neck hurts where he'd grabbed her, where he'd bled her out, even though the wounds are long since healed. She ducks her head and takes a breath, trying to shake off the images, the relived pain and confusion.] He left me for dead, and if it wasn't for two quick-thinking individuals, I would have been.
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[At least he can provide a mostly neutral ear (or at least an experienced one). A thin crease does knit up between those steep blonde brows, and his mouth tenses up like he's concentrating.]
[Knowing someone dangerous is stronger than you, too... funny thing is, that's how he ended up following John. Which isn't exactly a glowing endorsement.] You mentioned you had people you knew here. How much do they know about this? [The way she's moving reminds him of when he gets certain aches, the ones that come from uncomfortable memories. He'll just try to be careful not to make it too much worse. Not when one's own head can make someone hurt.]
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[At this point, she pulls her legs up and links her arms around them, taking in a breath and setting her chin on her knees. The idea of telling her mother what happened has her stomach in knots, and she doubts Miller would be able to massage that away.] The thing is, I found out who he is; he used to be one of us. Part of the family, so to speak. He worked closely with my mother.
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Family doesn't pull guns or knives on other family. That was the rule that Ahab and I always shared. If they broke it, then they no longer were.
He's no family to you. [Any more than John had been a father to David or Eli or David or Eli had been actual brothers to each other. "Brother", a word shared like an insult between them. "Family", here, said as if it's a burden of connection. That's not what it should be.]
Do you think your mother or Reinhardt would be in danger?
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[But she thinks she's had enough talking about her mother for now. She stands and stretches, enjoying the new, fresh feeling of a knot-free back. She taps Miller on his shoulder and motions him out of his seat.]
Okay, your turn.
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[It's difficult to think about that being rejected. He knows what it's like to not be listened to. As much as he genuinely cares about Venom, having been ignored so many times in favor of Ocelot was a little wearing. For all the admiration in him, that part always left him feeling miserable.]
[Surely he hopes that her mother would listen.]
[But rather than mention that concern, he positions himself in front of her.] My right shoulder is capped with metal. It holds on the generator for my arm prosthetic.
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[She settles in on the seat behind him, and gets to work, starting at the base of his neck and working through the clusters with a firm hand.]
What do you think we'll find when we get to the center of all this?
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[Because successes are few and far between.]
[He wobbles with he motion of her hands, feeling them work through the knots. He closes his eyes and grunts because he's ridiculously stiff. He never lets anyone do this.]
This guy... think you and your friends can keep him from hurting anyone? Because if I were you, I'd consider talking to Tony Stark about some suit enhancements.
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[She works at his knots, firmly kneading her thumb into the clusters and trying to ease them out of their tension.] You're just about as bad as I was; I can't blame Ahab for getting on you.
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